Flux (2008)

The Box

The box is consisted of the remnants of my days past - I collected my hair naturally falling for weeks, painted ink on my skin and then put a roll of box tape on it - to visually record the dead skin. The bottom of the box is filled with soil, and a piece of bread. Light comes in through the hole that is made in the shape of a womb, which is traced by a string that is tangled with dead hair and ends in the shape of a snare.

Flux

This is a symbolic piece for me in which I began working from a conceptual theme, exploring the theme with actions, expressing through materials to realise a visual representation of what it is that I have in my world.

The idea was to explore something that is constantly changing, always in move ('flux'). I thought about death and (re)birth that happens on a daily basis - like the surface of our skin, leaves of plant that falls and rebuds, our hair that falls and grows, and finally about our life.

When I was a child, the subject of death was a very frightening thing. I could not accept the fact that all of what is happening now would disappear at the moment of my death. I remember when I was thinking about this, I was sitting around the dinner table with my beloved family and sister. All of the moments I have had, all of my actions and breath that was dwelling upon objects I have passed, would completely disappear ? Even my 'being', name and existence would be forgotten ?

Circle of Life

Then while growing up, I always thought of death as a 'cycle', not a dead end. That the ends of 'life' and 'death' are all connected.

That there is no way such amazing beings could just disappear.

Our God must be so much more responsible than that, if He has created such wonderful beings.

Since then, the subject of 'death' was something that is at the core of my mind and heart. It was a prayer, rather than a darkness. It was pointing towards something that is beautiful and bright, just like the wonders of 'life'.